#le cry

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[hadleysmis]

Me fighting the urge not to romanise Shoujo Cosette（少女コゼット）as Shoujo Cozetto mainly because she sounds kinda Italian now

[beifong-brainrot]

Context: he was not given the lays green onion crisps

[mochatea-bunny]

The new MGAFS got me having art ideas so planned angst of bloodmoon soon

[leofwines]

the way we almost had a fugazi album produced by steve albini…

[guatemami]

I think my job is giving me so much good experience but it’s at the cost of my mental health. I hate thissssss 🙃

[ecle-c-tic]

I've been listening to one (1) song all day bc I heard it in the bulk barn and how i can't get it out of my head!!!!!!!

[alexturntable]

[kingthedumb]

so i was supposed to be announcing/posting new stickers and my first btton set on etsy starting today but all the product photos i've been taking arent good

i'm gonna reshoot tomorrow with a friends help. send good photo taking vibes for me please

[devasdiary]

Enjolras était un jeune homme charmant, capable d’être terrible.

[heyimkana]

A compilation of Sung Jinwoo being a soft, gentle, protective, warmhearted gentleman 😌

(Eng Dub because Aleks' gentle voice is unmatched)

[hadleysmis]

I'm actually so remarkably and astonishingly behind in my dissertation writing that I can't participate in the Patron Minette Week, I cry.

I hope there will be interesting participation I get to look at as the audience, though, as always.

I might write an essay for fun after I'm done with my studies xd, but it just won't be for the Week

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Riley Family c.2040

Col. Simon Riley, Charlotte Riley, Andrew Thomas Riley, Grace Jael RIley, Orion Elijah Riley

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A glimpse of the future. 'Ghost' is no more, 'Jade' is just a deary nickname, two little lives born out of love, and one stumbled upon them and lifted up along the way.

All because they shot at each other 💖👌

Hope you love it!

[lesbian-thesbian]

the best father daughter duo 🥲

📷 @medium-observation

[six-demon-bag]

DIABOLIQUE (1955) dir. Henri-Georges Clouzot

[humbuns]

who was i before this song